My heart begins to ring a dreaded bell. In my three years of marital life with Ulrick, I never saw security staying in my house. "George, please take me immediately to Ulrick's office." I insist the chief security. He hesitates and gives me all reasons to stay at home but I don't listen to him. I have already made up my mind. My husband's well-being is the most important thing to me in life. George makes repeated calls to Ulrick while driving me to his office. Why is he so tense? He is sweating profusely despite the air conditioning in the car.

"George, why are you calling Ulrick every minute when he doesn't pick up your calls? He might be busy. Is everything okay?" My voice fights with anxiety nudging George's shoulder in force while sitting in the back seat of the car.

He wipes the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and answers me with a smile that never reached his face. "You need not worry about anything madam. I just wanted to inform sir about your arrival. That's all." He shrugged while driving. i was not stupid to not be able to cognize the pulsing heart behind the muscled chest of this Buffy man.

George had been Ulrick's driver and a friend since his grade school and was now the chief security in charge of me. He and his family had been known to us and loyal for generations but my primary doubt lies in the fact that - why is this man so tensed to bring me to her husband's office? Had something gone wrong with my husband and he is trying to hide the things from me?

My senses never failed me to date and I sense something disastrous that happened between us this night? What could it be? I pray I find myself only delusional when I reach there.

Chapter 21

Ana's pov

I had been married to Ulrick for almost three years now but never been to his office and today I am going there in the weirdest circumstances. A feeling of fear that something terrible going to happen is overpowering my emotions. My car stopped in front of a stylish-looking skyscraper. George might have made around 100 calls to Ulrick before I reached the premises of this building. I don't understand why he is so tense. The other side of my heart senses something dubious like - a mystery unimaginable going to unfold. Otherwise George wouldn't have made so many phone calls to Ulrick.

The building probably had more than forty floors. Over the top of the building proudly stood the words 'The Hazelwood group' in flickering red and green lights. The superstructure looked distinguished and top class. Nevertheless my husband's wealth and power were helping me little in the dithery state that I was in. How is he? Is he okay? The same words begin to replicate all over my mind.

My worries became tenfold as I entered the premises of the grandeur building. The opulent walls stare at me feral and scream danger. Run away from here, Ana. They were yelling at me in admonition. My feet almost turned back but I held my heart. You can do this Ana, if not for you it's for the sake of your husband - for the man who did so much for you to make your life beautiful. Clasping my hands tight to one another I took cautious, trembling steps inside the high-rise superstructure.

The tower had a mark of its own in everything including the costly furnishings. The elegantly designed chandelier stood proud hanging at the ceiling. On the affluently extended walls were propertied portraits of Pablo Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinci, and many others. The very beautiful crystal flower vases here and there screamed power, richness, and class but I was in no mood to appreciate this beauty.

I rushed to the elevator and immediately pressed the 38th floor where Ulrick's office was situated. The flickering neon lights on numbers did not ease me in any way. As soon as I entered the floor, I could hear screams of a man from his office and my heart began to beat at an ushering speed. The security behind tried to stop me but I turned a deaf ear to his requests and pulled my hand from his iron grip in formidable force.

I softly opened the door of his room trying not to get noticed. There were four men in black suits and all four of them were covering the view of a certain person. He was repeatedly stabbing a guy between his legs. I was horrified by what I saw but tried to station at the same place to look at the iniquitous person drawing my revulsion. Come what may today I am going to save my husband even if it costs my life - Oh God please, just one look at the victim, let him not be my husband.

My waiting eyes went wide to what I saw next. The nefarious mortal took a pointed tool from his pocket and stabbed it into the eye of the sufferer. My legs moved forward in an instinct but a hand holding me behind stopped me. I looked back and saw George shaking his head at me in a forewarning. My intuition could foresee that the sufferer wasn't my husband otherwise George wouldn't have kept his hands folded.

It gave me placidity. Looking towards the sky I made a silent thankful prayer to God that the prey wasn't Ulrick. However the humanity in me did not die. I could feel the pain of the mortal.

The injured roared in pain but it didn't surfeit the eyes of the reprobate. How can he be so incorrigible? My eyes were not able to restrain tears. I went to silent sobs but couldn't close my eyes to the cataclysmic heinous crime. I am certainly going to report to the police about this.

What is Ana going to do now regarding her wedding?